Hope
There’s an old man buying flowers
twisted fingers fumbling for change,
I smile and hope
they are welcomed
with a kiss
and put into the same glass vase she’s used for years –
a wedding present –
because then I’ll know that love can be true
and not just a story told to sell cards
and keep everyone in their places.
I hope her blue eyes meet his
and she holds him like they just met last night
and he’s the handsome lad bringing her roses
and possibilities.
And that in the end
It turned out just the way he promised.
